The atmosphere suddenly became cold, and not a sound dared to be made outside the bustling tavern.
Only the sound of blood dripping from Cong Lv's hand could be heard.
The silver note, with a swish, flew back into Yun Sheng's hands and returned to its limp state.
"It seems that you are incapable of taking this silver note," Yun Sheng said lazily, his dark eyes flickering.
"Brother Cong, your hand!" Xue Pianran exclaimed, hurridly helping Cong Lv to stop the bleeding.
The silver note was sharp as a knife, fortunately, it didn't damage the tendons, but blood was spilled all over the ground.
Feng Xun watched from the side, his expression slightly stern, his eyes inquiring more as he looked towards Yun Sheng.
"I know not which sect the elder hails from, if Pian Ran and the servants have offended, Cong Lv apologizes on their behalf, and begs the elder for mercy," Though Cong Lv was injured, the shock in his heart far surpassed the severity of his wounds.
